muscle, the other one.
- Christ, hes got old.
- years will do that to you.
Still thinks hes Al Capone.
Youd better go over.
- You know who l am?
- Charlie Sykes.
- l run this nick.
- lve been told.
l lost a great deal of money on an
England/Germany game a few years back,
after one of the Englanders
gave away a very suspect penalty
after minutes of playing time.
So l think that you owe me.
Come on
muscled. Heavy, even breathing. Well learn later this man is UNCAS, the last of the Mohicans.
Pflash as he runs. One carries a flintlock musket. Sweat on the mans skin. A calico shirt is gathered at the waist with a wampum belt of small white beads over a breechcloth. He wears leggings to protect his legs. A long-handled tomahawk is stuffed in his belt.
CUT TO ...
ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST -
strip.
MAN
Howdee, Susan... no... Hello there,
Doctor Bright. No no no. Hello,
Susan...
A smoldering octave lower.
MAN
Hello, Susan...
The green light flashes and the strip of black and white
pictures drops into the gate.
We DESCEND PAST each picture of the mans face, framed
tightly as if each was a panel in a comic book.
Each face seems like someone who has a secret or who is
trying to look very
strips the mechanism... Now a GIZMO - a,small
socket-like device - is pressed into the
ignition ... A twist of the wrist ... And the 320-bhp 289 V8 rumbles
like a jackhammer. The whole thing took 20 seconds.
He takes a cassette TAPE from another pocket ... Slaps it into the
deck. Bruce Springsteens "Ramrod" wails from the coaxials.
And Memphis floors it... And off they tear...
The look on his fac
strip search me,
dont you?
Please, let go of him.
This man is my client.
Oh, I see, you think
youll humble me, do you?
Oh, no...! Look at them!
Look at what I have to put up with!
Look at what they do
to innocent people.
Trying to grab a feel.
Trying to grab me balls, you queer.
You dirty perverts,
trying to get your rocks off.
Drugs? What drugs?
Ive never done drugs in me life
and everyone knows